Niam One-Shots

Just Come Closer

This isn't my one-shot but it's a really good one I found on Tumblr!

Summary: "Seriously Liam," he mumbles, his eyes still closed as he lets the exhaustion of the last few days catch up with him on top of a few beers, "best date ever. Thanks mate."

Liam's lips press against his forehead and Niall snuggles happily into his pillow.

"Go to sleep," Liam orders him gently.

The lights turn off and the door closes, and Niall falls asleep hugging his pillow. And possibly drooling on it too.

Link:: http://archiveofourown.org/works/3907126

Enjoy!! (read A/N at the end pls)

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Work Text:

Niall runs his fingers over the mixing desk with a look of reverence. "Can't believe you did it, Head," he murmurs. He feels like his heart might burst in his chest with pride. "It's perfect."

The studio is all wooden panelling and sleek black technology that Niall's itching to get his hands on. He's been in enough recording studios to know what he's doing - to a point. The space is big and bright and it's everything he's ever pictured whenever Bressie's talked about his dream of opening a studio.

"We'll have to get you to record a few demos here, Chief," Brez says lightly, but he's not fooling Niall at all.

"Sign me the fuck up," Niall tells him, and he's not joking. He can't wait to get some vocals locked down and listen to what Bressie thinks. He knows Bressie's proud of him and he knows Bressie buys all the One Direction albums because Niall's his boy, but he wants to know how Bressie hears and sees him. "Just two lads from Mullingar taking the industry by storm, eh Brez?"

"Well one of us is," Bressie says dryly. He takes a seat in the big leather chair that fits his frame perfectly. Niall shoots him an unimpressed look and wonders just how small he'd look in the same chair, and whether Brez will take a picture later for his Instagram.

He plucks his phone out of his pocket to take a picture and sees a message flash up. His grin widens when he sees it's from Liam.

Heyyyy niallerrrrr! whatssup? can't wait to seeee u on Friday! missed you mate!!

Niall taps out a quick reply before pocketing his phone and looking up to see Bressie watching him with a smile.

"What?" Niall asks, flopping down on a chair that doesn't look as awesome as Bressie's Big Daddy chair. He spins in it anyway.

"One of your boys checking up on ye?" Brez asks.

"Just Liam," Niall says before he whips himself around again. He fucking loves a spinning chair.

Bressie leans over and places his big hand on the back of the chair because he's a big party pooper but Niall grins at him anyway. "You've always got someone looking out for you," he says, sounding like he thoroughly approves of this arrangement.

Niall bristles and sits up a little straighter to glare at an amused Bressie. "I don't need anyone looking after me," he says firmly. He's a fucking adult, even though most of the world still tries to treat him like a kid. He doesn't need coddling and he doesn't need looking after. "I'm my own man, Head."

"I know you are, kid," Bressie says softly, leaning in and wheeling his chair closer so he can drop his hand onto Niall's shoulder. He's still smiling while he shakes his head like he sees something Niall doesn't.